Again today, like most days, I watch the day begin with wonder. The cool air, brightening sky, and singing birds combine to invite me to come alive along with them.
The moment also includes the noise of traffic on the expressway nearby. People going fast toward somewhere. The sounds of their automobile, truck, and motorcycle engines tell me that many are going faster than they are supposed to. But they are in a hurry, and that somehow justifies breaking the speed limit. And the occasional horn blast also tells me they do not want anyone getting in their way.
And then…my attention returns to the large trees near my house. They are not moving. In fact, they are exactly where they have always been–stable, strong, and silent.
Looking at them, I realize once more that my “being” is closer to the trees than the traffic, more nearly like the silence than the noise, more akin to the sunrise than the speed.
Lord, help me live in the world I am made for and take my cues from it.